All morning it was overcast, and I did necessary chores, editing work, and errands. Just now the sun came out, and so did a blue jay. I stood gazing at him for a long time, then carried on with my yard chore (collecting some columbine seeds); he was unconcerned. Then I moved toward the woodland corner, looked up in the trees and saw the downy-chested fledglings. It's a whole family!
I know blue jays can be bossy, noisy, and sometimes eat littler birds, but they are so beautiful! Thanks to Wikipedia and the U.S. Fish & Wildlife service for the blue jay image!
Meanwhile, as summer issues keep pouring out, I have some more poems up online, this time at Fickle Muses. Like a blue jay, Cassandra is sort of over the top in this set of persona poems that took over my life last fall. (The title leads into the first line in two of these, so just ignore my name):
"You must change your life," said Rilke. So that's what I keep doing. I worked as an actor, wrote for an encyclopedia, edited a literary magazine, shelved and retrieved materials in several libraries, walked beans, and taught college English courses. Now I write & edit as a freelancer, direct plays, blog "eight days a week," study the random, and listen to birdsong.